Unfaithful Secrets [EXO]

Secret #2

|Chapter 2 : No, I Need to Remember How It Feels.|

The ‘I love you’s and ‘Saranghae’s likely seemed to be more inorganic in the depths of the sizzles and clanks of those that the kitchen wares made. Well, for Jongin that is. He slumps under the reverberation of greasy coos that echoes from the other room, his mind tangled on how beautiful his lover looks with an apron laced around his waist and heated sweat visible on his naked neck.

“Hyung, I’m hungry.” The younger pouts plodding across the lino.

“There’s some cereal by the cupboard, I think. Eat those first if you can’t wait anymore.” Kyungsoo stoically replies, not letting his focus to falter for even a second off of his cooking.

Some coffee and buttered toast would sound great right now. Eggs and bacons, perhaps? But no. Jongin wants something else.

Just as when he least expects, a pair of beautifully carved hands wraps around him. “I’d rather eat you instead, because you look so damn sexy right now Soo. And you know what would be sexier?” His voice turns into a whisper.

How could he not answer with a What when Jongin sounds so irresistible to be denied.

“You, with nothing but that apron on, bent over and moaning my name.”

“I—I’m cooking.” He shudders.

“But, you do like the way I lick your neck, right?” Of course. “Or how my voice is enough to make you hard, you like that too Hyung, right?” Yes, a million times yes. He loves it and he’s been loving all that is Jongin for years.

“Jongin –“ Yet he was cut off.

“I’m guessing, you’d want me to stop?” He muffles over the sweet lustful red marks he leaves. The elder moans a combination of Yes and No, head arching over Jongin’s warmness ghosting over his pale skin.

“–stop”

“I could, but we both do know that…I can’t.” Jongin’s hand slowly swerves down.

“Please”

“That’s right, Kyungie. Beg for me. Its sexy and it makes me freakin’ want to do you more.”

More. Please?

Once he saw how the elder gives in, vulnerable and head spinning, he knew it was his cue. His callous hands move torn apart in different directions. One gropes the smaller’s hardening length, skin rubbing against the fine silk boxers that he wears, while the other swiftly finds Kyungsoo’s soft almond nipples that made him twitch every time Jongin’s fingers would play with it, pinching first, twists then ends with a flick of his thumb.

Heaven. He could hear him moan. He could hear him moan his name in between the lustful breaths that was never enough to supply him and his lungs with air.